Unaware of the memory his actions had triggered, Kit continued to crawl away and put distance between his adversary and him, but Vincent's recovery came much more quickly than he ever could have imagined. Indeed, it was as though the other boy had abandoned all sense the same as Kit had when his hands had been around his throat. Nothing was stopping Vincent now, not blindness and not pain, not even the inability to properly draw a solid breath of air through his damaged trachea. He was unrelenting and...

...frankly, it was as impressive as it was unbelievable.

Newfound respect or no, however, when Kit felt his foot seized he emitted a startled noise and kicked with the other. He struck out at Vincent's shoulder and head, not once, but several times, each blow intended to stall him in his advance or, better yet, knock him out cold and end this.